Roommates
By Wanderer
Be careful who you choose to room with


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21, or laws in
your country forbid you to do so.

I had just graduated from a college in Iowa with a marketing degree. So what
can you do with a marketing degree in Iowa? Maybe push corn or chickens. It
was my entry into a more opportunity laden area like New York city. So after
my summer vacation I moved there looking for a job. I found one, it seemed
like a good company to work for, but naturally I was low woman on the totem
pole. I had been living in a flea bag hotel in a not so nice part of town
while I looked for better accommodations, like a small apartment of my own,
but wow!-the rents! I guess I was naïve but I thought surely, New York being
such a big city I would be able to find something to live in that I could
afford-was I ever wrong!

I was getting desperate, and one day I was discussing my plight with some of
my female co-workers over the lunch table-I was brown bagging it as I really
couldn’t even afford to eat lunch out. None of them could help me, but then
another co-worker sat down at our table. She was a very pleasant young lady
named Janna, a year out of college herself, African American, and she had been
very helpful to me when I first entered this marketing firm as she had already
been here six months, and she helped me get oriented since she had the work
cubicle next to mine. She was about 5’ 2" tall, very pretty, and even though
she was short, that is compared to my 5’ 9", she seemed to have a very well
proportioned body, broad shoulders, accentuated by a narrow waist, sturdy
looking calves which amazed me since my legs are quite slim even if I am tall.
In fact, at one time I considered approaching advertising from the side of
being a model, but then I decided New York was overflowing with models and it
would be just too hard to get started.

"Oh," Janna pipes up, "I’ve got a two bedroom apartment, and my roommate just
moved back to Florida. I’d be glad to rent you her room, I’d be happy for the
company. It’s really close to our work, it’s a straight subway ride."

"Oh, how nice," I said, mightily relieved. "I had just about given up hope.
When can I come see it?"

"After work tonight, if you like, I’m not doing anything."

"Great," I said, "let’s plan on it." Funny thing, all the other girls sitting
around the lunch table started giving me funny looks. What’s with them, I
thought. Maybe it was because I was white and she was African American, all
the prejudice isn’t gone yet, even in a sophisticated city like New York. So I
just ignored the looks and the stares, and Janna and I spent the afternoon
chatting excitedly over our cubicle wall about her apartment and all the
things we could do together and what fun we could have.

After work we got into the subway together and it turns out her apartment was
only a ten minute ride from our job, no transfers, and it was a charming
little apartment, I could have my own bedroom, and since we could split the
rent it made it reasonable. I was overjoyed. I packed up my clothes and things
and moved in with Janna the very next weekend.

We got along really good. We didn’t have a lot of extra money left over after
paying the rent and the utilities and buying some clothes, so we didn’t eat
out much. Janna taught me about southern cooking, grits and okra and that
stuff, and I, being of Italian background, taught her about pasta and pizza.
Janna was very good company, funny, and she was a very good listener, but
gradually I got lonely for some male companionship. I had thought that coming
to New York and working for a big marketing company, like I was doing, I’d
meet a lot of men, which I did, but they were all so busy trying to put in
more work hours than the next guy to impress the boss that they pretty much
ignored me, even though I’ve got a spectacular body. I thought at one time I’d
go to New York and try to be a model. At 5’ 9" and 150 pounds I had the right
dimensions but my chest was outsized for a model, 42DD, try to stuff that into
a size two or a size four. So many guys had such a long commute to their homes
they just left when they were finished working. They didn’t hang around to
socialize with me. I brought up men with Janna several times but every time
she seemed to change the subject. I guess I’m just a naïve Midwestern girl but
I soon found out why

One night there’s a knock on my bedroom door. Now I know it’s Janna because a
burglar or a robber or a rapist isn’t going to bother to knock, so I stirred
myself awake. "Janna?" I inquired in my sleepy voice.

"Yes," came back. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I replied, "what’s the matter?"

As she came into the room Janna said "I’m lonely."

"Oh, honey," I replied, "I know what you mean, New York is such a big
impersonal city, and I miss men too."

"Oh, silly," she said, "men bore me."

"Well, me too, honey," I said, "but they’re the best we’ve got."

"Not really," she said. By now she was standing by the side of my bed, and I
was propping myself up on one elbow, sleepily trying to follow our
conversation.

"I need some companionship," Janna said.

"Oh sure honey," I said, "c’mere, tomorrow’s Saturday, we can talk all night
if you want, come tell mama what’s the matter, dear."

"No," she says, "you don’t understand, I need some sex."

"Oh, honey, I understand, try your hand, or I’ll lend you my vibrator."

She says, "No, you still don’t understand, I need your big boobs."

Now I have to explain about Janna, but first about me. I am a white girl,
heterosexual, 5’ 9" tall, and I weigh about 150 pounds. Janna is African
American, as I said before, but only about 5’ 2" and maybe 120 or 130, I
dunno, she is enormously muscular compared to me, or to anyone for that
matter, so she probably weighs more than I think, but I am at least a half
foot taller and I must be twenty or thirty pounds heavier, so you would think
handling her wouldn’t be a problem for me. But growing up she was into sports
big time in middle school and in high school and college. Track and field,
girls wrestling, then boys wrestling, heavy weightlifting to condition
herself, and she just had the genetic disposition to grow muscles. As I found
out later, her biceps alone measure 19 ½", her thighs are 29 ½",

and her calves are a big 20". I, on the other hand, am a normal female, into
crocheting and knitting, not an athletic bone in my body, my arms barely hit
11", and my thighs are a svelte model size 17" (her biceps are bigger than my
thighs), and I really have no calves to speak of. The only thing big about me
is my spectacular 42DD chest, to be exact. I’m very proud of them, but I don’t
want to share them with other women.

But Janna is too strong for me. She puts one hand under my knees and the other
behind my back and easily carries me to her room like my 150 pounds is like I
would carry a box of Kleenex. In the meantime I’m pleading and crying and
carrying on and pounding her shoulders with my fists but it’s like a fly
trying to knock over an elephant. She totally ignores me. Then she sits down
on the edge of the bed with me in her lap. Now since I’m so much taller that
puts my boobs about even with her mouth, so she doesn’t have to lean over, she
just puts her mouth on my big nipples and starts to lick and suck and puts her
fingers into my pussy. I admit she was getting me excited, maybe because I
haven’t had a man for so long, or maybe she is so muscular and dominant it
appeals to my submissive feminine side. I can feel her big muscles on her
trapezius and back and her big biceps working her fingers into my pussy, and
if I close my eyes I can imagine it’s a man doing me.

Well, it was too much for me. I hadn’t been with a man for so long I just
couldn’t hold back, I came and came and came, and she seemed very pleased.
Sitting naked on her lap like that I could feel the wetness between her legs,
so I guess she got off on just letting go of some of that aggressive feeling
that had probably been building up inside of her. I mean, with her big muscles
she was definitely a dominant type, and she couldn’t show much of that at
work, marketing being a male macho world.

From then on it was open door policy in our apartment. When I heard a knock on
my door I knew what was coming. I would protest and beg and plead but Janna
would just ignore me. I’m the female submissive type but my experience so far
had been only with men, and that’s the way I wanted it. I hated being used by
her whenever she felt like it. But I couldn’t afford to move out. Hell, I
would have had to give up my marketing career and move back to Iowa. When she
gets me to her room she’ll put me down on my feet and I tower over her, but
I’m shaking like a leaf, her big muscles scare me so much, so I obediently
climb into her bed and lay on my back and let her have her way with me.

Now when she gets horny she’ll pick me up anyplace I’m in the apartment, throw
me over her shoulder, and carry me to her room. I admit I get excited watching
her 20" calves flex as she carries me down the hallway. My calves are only 12
½", so I imagine this is some big strong caveman type who is going to have his
way with me. But one time I got tired of being used for her own sexual
gratification so when she set me down on my feet, expecting me to jump into
bed, I pushed her away. Of course I didn’t move her but she just stood there,
looking up at me with an astonished expression on her very pretty face. "Oh,
oh," I said to myself, "I’m really in for it now," and I was. Janna reached up
to put one hand on my neck and she put the other on my crotch and she pressed
me over her head like it was nothing. Imagine, only 5’ 2" and she is pressing
my 5’ 9" 150 pound body over her head! She just paraded around the room with
me held high over her head, screaming and yelling in fear. Then, when I was
shaking uncontrollably she threw me on her bed, strapped on a huge oversize
dildo and proceeded to rape me. I’m flat on my back and she’s leaning over me,
her left hand resting on the mattress just above my right shoulder to support
herself. I reach up to her left arm to try to dislodge her so I can escape. I
try to push her off me by encircling her left upper arm with my two hands and
pushing, but I can’t budge her. Then I realize how big her bicep really is. My
two hands can’t completely go around it, it’s just so massive and it’s
absolutely solid as a rock. In the meantime she’s not driving the dildo into
me, she’s got her right hand under my buttocks and she’s rhythmically lifting
my lower body into the dildo, while at the same time she’s kissing me on the
side of the neck, invading my mouth with her tongue, and mangling my 42DD
boobs and nipples with her mouth and teeth. She was very rough with me this
time because I resisted her. I tell you, I was sore for a week after that. I
don’t resist any more. But no man ever came close to getting the kind of
orgasm out of me that Janna got out of me that night. Maybe being fucked
against my will turned me on. It seemed different between two girls than if a
man was doing it to me. I was confused.

Lately I’ve started going down to a neighborhood bar two or three time a week.
Janna doesn’t mind, she realizes I’m a heterosexual and that I need to
interact with men, and anyway she can have me anytime she wants me. We both
know that. Being from Iowa and a pretty strict upbringing, going to bars to
pick up men wasn’t my style, but I needed to mix with guys socially, not just
Janna and the other girls at work. One guy seemed nice, a little rough around
the edges, he worked construction, but he would buy me a drink sometimes and
he talked to me, so when he told me he had tickets for a New York Yankee
baseball game for Saturday, would I like to go, I was thrilled to have a date
with a man.

Saturday came and I was flustered. What do you wear to a baseball game? We
don’t have big league baseball in Iowa, just minor leagues, and to those games
we just put on a blouse and a pair of jeans. But I wanted to look nice for
Ted, it being our first date, and I put on a nice dress. Then I decided maybe
it was too dressy, so I went about changing. In the meantime the doorbell
rings, and it’s Ted. I’m not ready so I yell at Janna to answer. She opens the
door and lets him in, then comes back to see how I’m doing. She whispers to
me, "I think he’s been drinking already, I can smell alcohol on his breath."

Then I hear Ted’s voice. "Where the hell are you, we’re going to miss the
first inning!"

"Just a minute, Ted," I call out, "I’m changing my shoes." Which was a lie
because I’m really changing my dress for the third time.

So I hear Ted coming down the hall and into the bedroom, which is a no-no
because I’m trying to slip my dress over my head and I’m standing there only
in bra and panties. "Why, you dumb bitch, why the hell aren’t you ready? We’re
going to be late!" And he slaps me full in the face! He slaps me! I just stand
there stunned, speechless, my cheek turning red from the blow.

Now this guy is easily 6’ 3" and 250 pounds, and I’m 5’ 9", so he’s a good
match for me heightwise, but Janna is only about 5’ 2" and she comes up about
eye to eye with his belly button. But all of a sudden this black blur rushes
past me and gets between me and him.

"Get out of the way, you black cunt!" he yells at her. Now "black" is fine
with Janna, she is very proud of her color, but "cunt" is disparaging and she
takes offense at that. This 5’ 2" girl winds up and socks this 6’ 3" Mr.
Meathead in the gut! Her hand seems to sink in to about her wrist, and Mr.
Meathead’s mouth just flies open and a big whoosh of air comes rushing out of
his mouth and his eyes just get big and round with the surprise and the pain.
He bends over, holding on to his stomach. Now Janna can reach him. She turns
her back to him, gets under his bent over head, reaches up, puts her two hands
around his neck and flips him over her shoulder! Imagine-250 pounds! He
probably weighs twice what she does. He’s lying on his back, any remaining
oxygen left in his lungs knocked out of his lungs by his contact with the
floor. He’s looking up at the ceiling, gasping for air, his head pointed
toward us and his feet toward the door. Janna sits on her ass, puts a foot on
each of Ted’s shoulders, and grabs one of his arms in each of her hands. But
she doesn’t pull on his arms. She puts one of Ted’s hands under each of her
armpits and tightens her upper arms along her sides. I can see each bicep
bulge out as if she’s doing a side biceps flex. Those 19 ½" babies are looking
simply enormous right now. Instead of pulling on his arms, because her arms
are so short she instead pushes with her legs on his shoulders so that his
whole body gets pushed away from her. I watch in awe as her already big thighs
turn absolutely huge with the muscles rippling across them because of the
effort pushing his 250 pound body away. All of a sudden I hear popping noises
as first one arm comes out of its shoulder socket, then the other and I can
hear the ligaments popping and tearing. Meanwhile Ted is screaming at the top
of his lungs. Luckily we have an end apartment and the neighbors around us are
out for Saturday afternoon.

Ted is lying there, screaming and crying from the pain, and Janna
contemptuously rolls him over with one foot onto his stomach. "You’d better
watch out for black cunts from now on, sucker!" she says. Then she puts one
hand under his belt and easily lifts his 250 pound bulk off the floor. "Open
the door," she says to me. I obediently do as she says. Then she walks with
this guy, his feet dragging behind him on the floor, and flings the guy six
feet down the hallway. I figure as soon as he comes out of shock he’s going to
try to get a taxi and hustle down to the nearest hospital. Since he works in
construction he can tell them he fell off a scaffold or something. Too late I
thought about getting his New York Yankee baseball tickets, Janna and I could
have gone to the game.

It really excited me to see this little black girl beat up this big white man
on my behalf. I practically fell all over her when she closed the door. I
kissed her, grabbed her butt, rubbed her tiny boobs, she is only a 34C, she
was really shocked and surprised, but she made me feel so safe and wanted. She
picked me up in her muscular arms and carried me to her room. While I towered
over her we locked fingers and she forced me to my knees and I voluntarily
licked her pussy until she came. Then she picked me off my knees, put me on my
back on her bed, and ravished me, but this time I’m beginning to like it. Oh,
I object, and scream and holler a little, knowing it’s futile. It’s like she
can’t even hear me. She just ignores me. Soon that expert little tongue is
playing softly on my nipples, a slight nip here and there, her small fingers
playing with my labia, then my clitoris, entering my vagina, and pretty soon
I’m not screaming and hollering in protest, I’m screaming and hollering in
ecstasy. I grab her bowling ball delts and hang on for dear life as I come and
come, the juices pouring out of me. My hands drop to her biceps and they are
so big and so hard and so throbbing and so overpowering I feel so secure. She
raises me to heights I have never experienced with a man. It’s as if, being a
woman, she knows what I need, whereas with a man it’s always about him and
what he wants. Before, a man with great muscles used to really turn me on.
Maybe it was the little thrill of him forcing me with his big muscles to do
something I didn’t want to do. Janna is small but much stronger than I am. She
lets me rub and feel her muscles, her 19 ½" biceps, her 29 ½" thighs and her
20" calves. And these are much bigger than any guy I ever went out with. It
makes me very excited and gives me chills to think this small young girl could
beat the crap out of me if she wanted to. I think my fear of her gives me an
adrenaline rush. But it also thrills me to think that she thinks so much of me
she would protect me at any cost to herself.

I think I am falling in love.